Your a stranger. I'm not suppose to talk to you. But yet I must. But its not right, your not suppose to be a stranger. A few months ago you weren't. You were someone i new. someone id known all my life. someone i use to love, to trust, to need in my life. now your just some man, who sometimes come to my house and eats our food. who are you? i have no idea, god your a stone. not a man. not a friend, and no longer my daddy.
July 22, 2010